Page 128 of The Diávolos: Part Two
The place looks lived in, as if it was someone’s home.
I crack open a door to an unused bedroom, taking Angelica toward the bed.
Examining her body for any wounds, I can’t help but notice she isn't wearing anything underneath her medical gown.
A green-eyed monster within me claws at my insides as I picture any of the men who had her in captivity and whetherthey could’ve seen or touched what was underneath her dress.What is mine.
I don’t notice the way my jaw ticks, and how my fists curl as I kneel in front of her until Angelica places her palms on each side of my face and lifts my head to meet her eyes.
“I’m fine, Evan. I promise,” she reassures me.
But when I look at her, a large bruise is forming on her cheek and her lip is busted.
“They fucking hurt you.” I seethe.
The anger I’ve been carrying comes to a relentless boil.
“And we hurt them back,” she says, her tone soft and soothing.
“Youhurt them back, my badass angel,” I retort with a smirk.
She giggles and places her mouth on mine, washing every ounce of worry for her out of my head.
As our lips meet, a rush of emotions courses through me. The aftermath of what we just experienced lingers in the air, yet in this kiss, everything seems to slow down. The taste of her lips carries a mixture of passion and relief that sends shivers down my spine.
The kiss becomes a sanctuary, a reassurance that we’ve weathered the storm together and emerged on the other side, our bond strengthened by the shared experience.
“Evander,” Angelica moans into my mouth.
In this moment, as our connection deepens and the air thickens with shared desire, I feel a subtle shift beneath my fingertips. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat has quickened its pace.
“Psichí mou,” I mutter back.My soul.
She rests her hand gently against my chest, the rapid beat of my heart mirroring hers.
“Please,” she whimpers as my tongue teases her lips.
She lets me in, and our tongues collide, growing the heat of the moment.
I. Will.Never. Get. Enough.
But Angelica is hurt, even though she promises she’s fine, so I back off.
She protests for me to come back. “No. I want more. Please.”
Begging.My kryptonite. How can I say no to my angel asking for more?
“What do you need, Angelica?”
“You,” she utters, desperation and lust in her gorgeous eyes.
Pushing her body back onto the bed, I untie the knot that holds her covering together and remove the strap from across her waist. “Beg me to fill you up,moró.”
My eyes linger on her naked body, taking in every inch of her bare skin.
“Please,husband. Fill me with your cum,” she moans.
Holy fuck. That word mixed with the filth coming out of her mouth makes every ounce of blood in my body congregate to my cock.
